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One of her hands fell from the back of my head, tracing down her body to her breast. She grasped a nipple between her fingertips, tugging and then twisting it, just as I had done earlier. Still, her eyes stayed focused on our reflection, watching every second.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! God, yes, Delilah! Your pussy pulses around me every time you do that. Do it again, babygirl. Grip me so fucking tight,” I urged her on, coaxing that impending climax to the forefront.
“Ollie!” she screamed as she crashed and came around me, her warm pussy flooding my cock as she did.
Both my hands found her hips, gripping tight enough to leave goddamn bruises as I pulled her down onto my length hard, again, and again.
Harder.
Faster.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she called out, her second orgasm building at lightning speed.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give me that sweet fucking cum again.”
She nearly hit my head as she threw her own head back in rapturous bliss.
“Touch yourself, love. Touch that sweet little clit just like I do and cum again.” I watched, enthralled, as her tiny hands parted her folds and swirled her clit exactly as I had done time after time.
She gasped. She trembled. She arched. And she came around me again, her entire body quaking with the force of it.
I gritted my teeth hard enough I was sure I’d break my mother fucking jaw. My own orgasm was right there, ready to explode.
“Fucking cum again, my precious little firefly,” I growled. I knew we weren’t in a scene but fuck if I didn’t care right now. She was all of those things. Delilah. Babygirl. firefly. And so much more.
“Daddy!” she screamed to the rafters, her body spasming around my cock, grasping it in a fucking death grip and pulling my orgasm from me with a full-on roar of lust and need and want.
“Mine,” I growled, pulling her to me and holding her so close, I swear our heartbeats thundered as one instead of two. “Mine,” I said again, softer as I fought to catch my breath.
In my arms, she clung to me. I carefully slid from her tight sheath, turning her in my arms until she wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me tightly to her as we both came down.
It took me a solid minute to realize I was feeling little splatters of tears falling against my shoulder. She was sobbing.
“Baby,” I pulled back, instantly worried. “Baby, hey. What’s wrong?” I asked, smoothing back her wild locks from her face.
She kissed me. A sweet, emotion filled kiss that shook me clear to my toes.
“Thank you,” she hiccupped as her tears continued.
“For what, my love?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
“Thank you for erasing the voices in my head that have plagued me for decades. Thank you for showing me what it is to be loved.”
And fuck it all, I did. I love this woman with no limit, no caution, and no end in sight.
CHAPTER20
DELILAH
We sat there on the chaise, soaking in our post-coital glow for long moments, neither of us wanting to pull away. I knew I didn’t want to. Not only had the night been full of absolutely tempestuous emotion, but I wasn’t ready to pull away after the words I had spoken. For the second time me in as many days I had made such a declaration, but I was sure he had caught on. He had heard me clearly.
Was it a hard and fast admission of love? No. But it was fucking close. I grinned inwardly at my curse. Ollie was rubbing off on me, in more ways than one.
“I didn’t want it to be this way,” he muttered against my shoulder. His arms clung to me, just as strongly as I clung to him.
“Didn’t want it to be what way?” I panted out against his temple, pressing a kiss right there along his hairline.
“Never mind, love. Don’t worry about it.” He brushed the statement off. I didn’t want to let it go, but I let him. For now, at least. For now, I would bask in this moment with the man I loved.
